Lingering Cigarettes

Our late Friday nights, where the moonlight shine into your car window, reflecting your feelings into my eyes. The darkness surrounds us, hiding the cupids bow in your shy smile.

Magnetically getting closer, the air between the escapes. Your freshly cut hair scraped my skin, a pain I long to last.

That intoxicating taste that lies on your lips. Your aroma beckons me, making me long for me.

I slowly began to surrender in your arms. Brief changes appear in our heart. Camouflaging our feelings as the fryer grease consumes us.

Written in 2022.

The End of the Us

Counting down the seconds,

waiting for hours.

Time passes as the truth has struck me.

Hoping for this pain to be released.

These tears burn my skin,

as your betrayal seeps into my skin.

The years that past, the lies that were told

everything you had given up.

Although you know you always had a home,

to feel pain is to grow,

but a pain like this.

Something no one deserve

or should never know.

I need to be brave and face this truth,

but it’s hard to be brave when my heart is in two.

Written in 2024, updated in 2025 with new thoughts.